A fanfic that I\'m going to complete, unlike others where I\'ve stopped right in the middle of the story, like \"Blues and a Fortissimo\". Credit goes to XIAYOU for his awesome mavericks.

Prolouge

From the top of a massive airbase, three winged mavericks looked down at the world below. The maverick revolt was losing thanks to the efforts of X and Zero. Added to that, the fall of the Repliforce created a lot of tension within the rank of maverick generals, not to mention the fact that Sigma still hadn\'t been found, leaving them leaderless. Mavericks knew he wasn\'t dead, as in past encounters with the hunters have proved Sigma\'s like that geeky cousin no one want to be around. He\'ll come back, but the question was...when?

The falcon model maverick turned around to the other side of the base. His silver wings folded into a resting position. The white synthetic head feathers blew in the strong current the ship passed through. His black and silver armor was a dull color, one that would appear after long fighting. He turned to his comrades. They kept looking down at the world below their feet. The world that wouldn\'t accept them for what they were, a group of reploids sick and tired of enslavement from the inferior human race. What was so wrong with that? There had been many accounts in history where the enslaved rose from the little hope they had and were freed from enslavement; the most recent being the Korean Revolt of 2073. Why was their resistance so wrong?

\"So exactly how long are you going to gaze at what we can\'t have General Dactyl?\" the falcon questioned the prehistoric model reploid standing next to him.

The question caught his attention. He looked up at the eagle. \"Tell me Razor Falcon,\" the maverick paused to open his wings, \"have you ever wondered how great it is to be free? I\'m sure you haven\'t. You did work in Unit 23 Air Rescue Division while you were a maverick hunter. You were a slave of your countyr and your cause.\" He paused again. This time it was to expand his wings to their full length. \"Me? I\'ve experienced that. Being able to soar the world with no worry in the world is a gr...oh what does it mean anyways now.\"

Razor Falcon wondered for a moment what his comrade meant. A slave to his cause. Was he really a slave to his cause? He had no time to think of this as one of his subordinates came running at full speed towards him.

\"Excuse me General Falcon! X is coming here on a diplomatic mission. He sent us this fax just three minutes ago.\" The falcon grabbed the paper from the hands of his subordinate. He read it thoroughly. It looked like X was coming on a diplomatic mission. And what he knew from X, he wasn\'t the type to say he was coming for a peace talk, and then nuke your whole base. \"What should we do?\"

\"Hmmm.\" Razor tossed the paper into the air. His wings stretched out just a bit. In one swift movement, a sharp wind tore through the note, leaving behind only one tiny piece. \"You can start be alerting all base personel we are now at a Code Orange security level. Secondly, you can leave before I do the same do you.\" He pointed at the tiny piece of paper in his palm.

It didn\'t take long for his to get the message, as the kid was gone before he could utter another. The quiet maverick at the end chuckled a bit.

\"Up for a small little diplomatic meeting Solar?\" Falcon asked with a little more bass(as in sound for you people that would think of the fish) in his voice.

The female maverick with flamboyant orange and white wings gave him a interesting look. \"For the last time, I\'m a sphinx, you\'re a falcon. It wouldn\'t work out.\" With that being her last message, she jumped off of the base and flew to the world below.

\"I told you stop hitting on her long time ago,\" the flying dino stated while laughing his way to the command room.

\"Just shut up Terror!\"


Short Prolouge. Chapter will be longer.

[Edited on 3-11-2003 by Shin_Zero]

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